Fiona Sutton's gaze didn't make Nia Mitchell understand.
Nia Mitchell kept standing there talking, and she's naturally fidgety.
Fiona Sutton looked a bit embarrassed.
Why, after noticing the hickey on Nia Mitchell's neck, could she faintly see an even larger mark below?
Holy crap!
Nia Mitchell, you're just here to show off your love, aren't you?
Fiona Sutton was so frustrated she almost coughed up blood.
In the bathroom, Mrs. Hastings quickly heard noises outside, and after quickly washing the basin, she rushed out.
"Oh, it's Young Master Peary and Nia who came over."
Mrs. Hastings came out very gently, and looking at the two of them, she thought of her own son.
"Why are you all standing? Come, sit down quickly."
Nia Mitchell nodded a bit awkwardly since she wasn't familiar with Mrs. Hastings at all.
"No need to be uneasy; she's very nice."
Maxwell Peary noticed Nia Mitchell being a bit cautious, so he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Whisper!
Holy crap!
